when we come alive.

when we come alive.

A Poem by Esther Lynn
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I spent the afternoon watching Dead Poets Society. This is the result.

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We attempt conformity. We seek out to keep to the beat, to stay in line. Anything we have to do to survive. But our own beat drums in our hearts, as our brains try to keep in time with everyone else. But when will we accept that the rhythm of our hearts are all unique? When we will learn to march to our own beat? 

© 2014 Esther Lynn


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Esther Lynn
Esther Lynn

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Just a curious soul with a heart for writing and adventure. Heavily inspired by the Beat Generation. I aspire to be a modern day, female version of Sal Paradise. more..

Writing
too late too late

A Poem by Esther Lynn